The Butterfly Effect

A small town girl, Jamie, and a heart broken player, Landon, meet and immediatly get off on the wrong foot. Landon always acts like a jerk to her and she eventually gets sick of it. Meanwhile Landon a ctually loves her but is afraid of getting hurt...

Ch. 9 Daddy's Home

Authors Note: So I really haven’t gotten a lot of comments or votes yet and I would really love some more. No, I’m not going to tell you I have to have 300 comments and 80000000 votes or something crazy like that, but I really want to be able to know that people who do read this appreciate it and love it. J So please, it’s not that hard, Just press the little vote button and add a comment (long or short) just telling me what you think. I.E. FictionFanatic (The best person in the world) she always leaves me a comment about her feelings. And just to make sure you lovely fans out there read this…

KeyWORD: Bacon

Just incorporate it somewhere in your comment :D

Why Bacon you may ask… well even though it’s really none of your business why I chose bacon for a keyword :P, I simply chose it because I really love bacon. (No offense to the vegetarians out there)

I’m in a pitch black room with nothing but the shine of the luminous moon. I hear a slight creak in the floor boards and turn around, my chest pounding. I see a slight whip of short brown hair pass the light for no more than a millisecond.

“Who’s there,” I call out.

No one answers; you could only hear the heavy pants of my breathing and the distant howling of the wind.

“I know your there.”

I focus my eyes attempting to get used to the darkness when I notice a faint light surrounding a big oak door. What’s inside?

“Hello?”

I can feel my heart beat going faster as my adrenaline continues to get pumped up. Suddenly I hear a loud bang.

“I know someone’s there, I can hear you!”

I hear the shakiness in my voice. As I go down the creepy hallway, I can’t but notice dark shadows on the walls. What are they?

Then it comes to me, pictures!

I squint at the tiny wooden frames on the dark green walls and take notice of a mother, about 36, with light brown hair and dark green eyes and a warm, but distant smile on her face, then a father with a heavy dark brown mustache and nothing but pure evil in his eyes, and finally a little boy.

Just as I’m about to walk away something draws me back to the child. Maybe at first glance he looked like any other young child but there was something about him that felt familiar. He had the same dark hair that I’d seen before. But, that wasn’t what was drawing me to him; it was the way the boy’s eyes looked. It was how they were so dark blue, almost like the ocean, and the way they showed so much and so little at the same time, that made me feel as if there was an invisible string tying us together.

Ugh, this is bothering me so much, I know that I have seen this person, but I can’t quite put my finger on it!

Then on the other side of the door I heard a faint whimper.

“Hello?”

Again there is no answer.

“Ok Jamie, suck it up, go through that damn door right now!” I told myself, “It’s now or never.”